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Newspaper Page TextGRADY COUNTY PROGRESS, CAIRO, GEORGIA. The Gall of the CunMands By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Copyright, igi], hr W. J. Watt & Co.) SYNOPSIS. Oil Misery - creek Sally Miller finds conscious. Josso Purvy of the Heilman clan lias been shot and Samson Is sus pected of the crime. Samson donles It. The shooting broaks the truce In tho Hpllmnn-Houth feud. Jim Hollman hunts with bloodhounds tho man who shot Pur vy. Tho bloodhounds lose tho trail at Spicer South s door. I.escott discovers artistic ability In Samson. While sketch ing with Lescott on the mountain, Tama rack discovers Samson to a Jeering crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes him and denounces him as tho "truce-bus ter” who shot Purvy. At Wile Mc- Cagor s dance Samson tolls tho South clan that ho Is going to lenv“,the mountains. Lescott goes home to New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally farowcll and follows, tn Now York Sam son studies art and learns much of city ways. Drennle Lescott persuades Wil fred Horton, her dllottante lover, to do a man's work In the world. CHAPTER IX. Christmas came to Misery wrapped la a drab mantle of desolation. At the cabin of the Widow Miller Sally was sitting alone before the logs. She laid down the slate and spelling book, over which her forehead had been strenuously puckered, nnd gazed some what mournfully Into the blaze. Sally had a secret. It was a secret which she based on a faint hope. It Samson should come back to Misery he would come back full of new notions. No man had ever yet returned from that outside world unaltered.. No man ever would. A terrible premonition said he would not come at all, but, If he did— If ho did—she must know how to read and write. Maybe, when she had learned a little more, she might oven go to school for a term or two, The cramped and distorted chlrog- raphy on tho slate was discouraging. It was all proving very hard work. The girl gazed for a time at something she saw In the embers, nnd then a faint smile came to her Ups. By next Christ mas she would surprise Samson with a letter. It should be well written, and every "haln't” should bo on “Isn't." Tho normal human mind is a res ervoir which Alls at n rate of Bpeed regulated by the number and caliber' of Its feed pipes. Samson’s mind had .long been almost empty; and now from so many sources tho waters of new things wore rUBhlng In upon It that under their pressure It must fill fast, or glvo away. He was saved from hopeless com plications' of thought by a sanity which was willing to assimilate with out too much effort to analyze. The boy from Misery was presently less bizarre to tho. eye than many of the unkempt bohemians he met In the life of the studios, men who quarreled garrulously over tho end and aim qf Art, which'they spelled with a capi tal A—and, for the most part, knew nothing of. Ho retained, except with in a small circle of intimates, a silence that passed for taciturnity, and a jsolomnlty of visage that was often construed Into surly egotism. He still wore Ills hair long, and, though his conversation gradually sloughed off much of Its Idiom and vulgarism, enough of the mountaineer stood out to lend to his personality a savor of the crudely picturesque. • Meanwhile ho drew nnd read and studied and walked, and every day’s advancement was a forced march; Lescott, tremendously Interested In his experiment, began to fear that the boy’s too great somberness of dispo sition would- defeat the very earnest ness from which It sprang. So one morning the landscape-maker called on a friend whom he rightly believed to be the wisest man, and tho great est humorist in New York. "I want yoUr help," said Lescott. "I want you to meet a friend of mine and take him under your wing In a fashion. He needs you.” Tho stout man’s face clouded. A few years ago he had been peddling his manuscripts with the heart-sickness of unsuccessful middle age. Today men coupled his name- with those of Kip ling and De Maupassant. Oqe of his antipathies was meeting people who -sought to lionize him. Lescott read the expression, and, beforo his host had time to object, swept into his re cital. At the end he summarized: “The artist is much like the setter pup. If It’s in him, It's as instinctive as a dog’s nose. But to become clli- clent ho must go a-flield with a steady veteran of his own breed.” "I know!" The great man, who was also the simple man, smiled reminis cently. “They tried to teach me to herd sheep when my nose was Itching for bird country., Bring on your man I want to know him." Samson was told nothing of tho be nevolent conspiracy, but ono evening shortly Inter he found himself sitting at a cafe table with his sponsor and a stout man, almost as silent as him 1 self. The stout man responded with something like churlish taciturnity to tho half-dozen men and women who came over with flatteries. But later, when the trio was left alone, hl3 face brtghtenod, and he turned to the boy from Mlsory. “Does Billy Conrad still keep store at Stag bone?’ . Samson started nnd his gnzo fell in amazement. At tho mention of tho uamo he saw a cross-roads store with rough mules hitched to fonco palings. It was a picture of homo, and hero was man who had been thoro! With glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon sciously back Into tho v'ornncular of tho hills. “Hev yo been thar. Btranger?" Tho writer nodded, and sipped his whisky. ‘ “Not for some yearB, though,” he confessed, as he drifted. Into reminis cence, which to Samson was like wa ter to a parched throat. • When they left the cafe the boy felt ns though ho were taking leave of an old and tried friend. By homely methods, this unerring diagnostician of the human soul had been reading him, liking him, and making him feel a heart-warming sympathy. It was not until much later- that Samson realized how These two really great men had adopted him as their little brother" that he might have their shoulder-touch to march by. And It was without his realization, too,' that they laid upon him the Imprint of their own characters and philoso phy. *•»•*•» "I have come, not to quarrel with you, but to try to dissuade you.” The Hon. Mr. Wlckllffe bit Bavagely at his cigar and gave a despairing spread to his well-manicured hands. “You stand In danger of becoming the most cordially hated man in New York—hated by the moBt powerful combinations in New York." Wilfred Horton leaned back in a swivel chair and put his feet up on his desk. For a while he seemed Interested in hlB own silk socks. “It's very kind of you to warn me,” he said, quietly. The Hoi* Mr. Wlckltffe rose In ex asperation and paced the floor. The smoke from his black cigar-went be fore him In vicious puffs. Finally he stopped and leaned glaring on the table. "Your family, has always been con servative. When you succeeded to the fortune you showed no symptoms of this mania. In God's name, what has changed you?" . “I hope I have grown up,” explained the young man, with an unruffled smile. "One can’t wear swaddling clothes forever, you know." The attorney for an Instant Boftened his manner' as he ' looked Into the straight-gazing, unafraid eyes’ of his client; I’ve known you from your baby-- hood. I advised your father before you-were born. You have, by the chance of birth, como Into tho control, of -great wealth.. The world of finance is' of delicate balance. Squabbles in certain directorates may throw the Street into panic. Suddenly, you emerge from decent quiet nnd run amuck In the china shop, bellowing and tossing your horns. - You make war on those whose Interests are your own. You seem bent on .hari-kari You have toys-enough to amuse.' Why couldn't you stay put?” “They weren’t the right things, They were, as you say,' toys." The smile faded and Horton’s chin set itself for a moment ns he added: “If you don’t think I’m going.to stay put—watch me." Why do you have to make war— to bo chronically Insurgent?" “Because"—the young man, who-had waked up, spoke slowly—“I am. read ing a certain writing on the wall'. The time Is not far off when, unless we regulate a number of matters from within we shall be regulated frojn without.” Take for Instance this newspaper war you’ve Inaugurated on tho police," grumbled the corporation lawyer. "It's less dangerous to the public than these financial crusades, but decidedly more so for yourself. You are re garded as a dangerouB agitator, a mar plot! I tell you, Winfred, aside from all other considerations the thing is perilous to yo,urselt._.You.are riding for a fall. These men whom you are whipping- out of public life will turn on you." “So I heal-. Here’s a letter I got thlB morning—unsigned. That is, I thought it was here. Well, no matter. It warns mo that I have lesB than three months to live unless I call off my dogs.” It Is said that the new convert Is ever the most extreme fanatic. Wil fred Horton had promised to put on his working clothes, and he had done it with reckless disregard for conse quences. At first, he was simply obey ing Adrienne’s orders: but soon he found himself playing the game for the game’s sake. Political overlords, assailed as unfaithful servants, showed their teeth. From some hidden, but unfailing, source terribly sure and di rect evidence of guilt was being gath ered. For Wilfred Horton, who was demanding a day of reckoning and spending great sums of money to get it, there was a prospect of things do ing. Adrienne Lescott was in Europe. Soon she would -return and Horton meant to show that he had not burled his talent. For eight months Samson’s life had run In the steady ascent of gradual climbing, but in the four months from the first of August to the flrat of De cember, the pace of his exlstonco sud denly quickened. He left oft drawing from plaster casts and went Into life class. In this period Samson had his first acquaintanceship with women, except those he had known from’ ahtldhbod- nnd his first acquaintance with the men who were not ’of his own art world. Tony Collasio was an Itnllan illus trator who lodged ami painted in studio-apartments In Washington Squnro, South. Ills compnnlonB were various, numbering among thorn a group of thoso pygmy colobrltloB of whom ono has novor hoard until by chanco ho meots them, nnd of whom their Intlmntos spoak as of Immortals. To Collasso’s studio Snmsou was called ono night- by telephone. Ho had somotlmoB gone thoro beforo to sit for an hour, chiefly ns a listener, whllo tho nmn from Sorrento bewailed fato with his cotorlo, and denounced all forms of government over Insipid Chianti. But tonight he ontered tho door to find himself In tho mtdBt of a gay and boisterous party. The room was al ready thickly fogged with smoke, and dozon men and. women, singing snatches - of current airs, woro Inter esting themselves aver a chafing dish. Tho crowd was typical. A few very minor writers and artists, a model or two, and several- women who had thinking parts In current Broadway productions. At cloven o’clock- tho guests of honor arrived In a taxicab. They were Mr. William Farbish and Miss Winifred Starr. Having come, ns they explained, direct from the theater whore Miss Starr danced In the first row, they were In evening dress. Samson men tally acknowledged, though with. In stinctive disfavor for tho pair, that both were, In a way, handsome. Col- lasso drew him aside to whisper im portantly: “Make yourself agreeable to Farbish. Ho Is resolved in the most exclusive society, and is a connoisseur of art. If he takes a fancy to you, he will put you up c-t the best clubs. I think I shall sell him a landscape." Tho girl was talking rapidly and loudly. Sho had at once taken the center of the room, and her laughter rang In free and egotistical peals above the other voices. ‘Come, said tho host, “I shall pre sent you." The boy shook hands, gazing with his usual directness into the -show girl’s large and deeply-penciled eyes. Farbish, standing at one side with hip hands In his pockets, looked on with an air of slightly bored detach ment. His dress, hts mannerisms, his bear ing, were all those of the man who has overstudied his part. They wore too perfect, too obviously rehearsed through years of social climbing, but that was a (Jefect Samson was not yet prepared to recognize. Someone had naively complimented MIsb Starr on tho leopard-skin cloak Bho had just thrown .from hor shapely shoulders, and she turned ■ promptly and vivaciously to the flatterer. "It Is nice, Isn’t it?" sho prattled. "It may lopk A lHtle up-stage for a girl who hasn’t got a lino to read Into tho piece/ but these days one must got tho spot-light, or bo a dead one, It reminds me bt a little run-in I had with Graddy—he’s our stage-director, you knpw.” Sho paused, awaiting the Invitation to proceed, and, having re ceived it, went gayly. forward. “I was ton minutes late,, one' day, for rehears al, aqd Graddy'camo up with that sar. castle raanner of his, and said: ‘Miss Starr, I don’t dqubt you are a perfect ly nice girl, and all that, but It rather gets my goat' to figure out how, on a salary of fifteen dollars a week, you come to rehearsals In - a million dollars’ worth of clotheB, riding In a limousine—and ten minutes late! She broke oft with the eager little expression pf awaiting applause, and, having been satisfied, she added: "I was afraid that wasn’t going to get a laugh, after all.”-' Sho glanced Inquiringly nt Samson who had not smiled, and who stood looking puzzled. “A penny for your thoughts, Mr. South, from down South," Bhe chal lenged. "I guess I’m Bort of like Mr. Grad dy," said tho boy, slowly. “I was just wondering how you do do It.” He spoko with perfect seriousness, and, after a moment, the girl broke Into prolonged peal of laughter. "Oh, you are delicious!” she ex claimed. “If I- could do" tho Ingenue llko that, believe me, I'd make some hit." Sho came over, and, laying hand on each of the boy’s shoulder'* kissed him lightly on the cheek. "That’s for a droll boy!" sho said, “That’s the best' line I’ve heard pulled lately.” Farbish was smiling In quiet amuse ment. He tapped the mountaineer on the shoulder. ‘T've heard George LeBCott speak of you," he said, genially. ’T've rnther a fancy for being among the discover ers of men of talent. We must see more of each other." Samson left tho party early, and with, a sense of disgust. Several dayB later, Samson was alone In Lescott’s studio. It was near ing twilight, and ho had laid aside a volume of Do Maupassant, whose sim ple power had beguiled him. The door opened, and ho saw tho figure of a womun on tho threshold. The boy rose somewhat shyly from his seat, and stood looking at her. She was as richly dressed as Miss Starr had been, but there was the same difference ns between tho colors of the sunset sky and the exaggerated daubs of Colins- so's landscape. Sho stood at the door a moment, and then came forward with her hand outstretched. "ThlB is Mr. South, Isn't it?" she asked, with a frank friendliness In hor voice. "Yes, ma’am, that's my name." “I'm Adrienne Lescott," said the girl. “I thought Id find my brother herd.- I stopped by to drive him up town.” . -Samson had hosltatlngly taken the gloved hand, and Its granp was firm and strong despite Its ridiculous smallness. “I reckon ho’ll bo hack presently.” The boy was In doubt ns to tho proper procoduro.- This was Losoott’s studio, nnd he was not certain wliothor' or hot It lay lu his provlnco to luvlto Los- cott's sister to talco possession of It. Possibly, ho ought to withdraw. ' Is Ideas of social usages were very vague. "Then, I think I’ll wait," announced tho girl. She threw off her fur coat, and took a! seat before tho opou grate. Tho chair was large, nnd Bwnltowed hor up. Samson wanted to look at her, nnd wub afraid that this would bo lmpollto. Ho realized that ho had • seen no real ladles, except on the street, aud now he had the opportunity. '.‘I’m glad of this chanco to meet you, Mr. South," said tho girl with a smile that found Its way to tho boy's heart. After all, there was sincerity In "foreign" womon. “Ocorgo tnlkB of you so much that I feel as It I'd known you nil tho while. Don't you think I might claim friendship with George's frlendB?" Samson had no answer. He wished to say something equally cordial, hut tho old Instinct against effusiveness tied his tongue. "I owe right smart to George Les cott," he told her, gravoly. “That's not answering my question,” sho laughed. “Do you consent to bo- lng friends with me?" “Miss—” began the boy. Then, real izing that in New York this form of address is hardly complete, he hast ened to add: “Miss Lescott, I'vo been hero over nine months now, nnd I’m Just beginning to reallzo what a rube I am. I haven’t no—’’ Again, he broke off, and laughed nt himself. "I mean, I haven’t any Idea of proper manners, and so I'm, ns wo would say down home, ‘plumb skeered’ of ladles.” As he acchsed himself, Samson wub looking at her with unblinking direct ness; and she met his glance with eyes that twinkled. “Mr. South," she said, "I know all about manners, and you know all about a hundred real things that I ■want to know. Suppose we begin teaching oach other?" Samson's face lighted with tho rev olutionizing effect that a smile can bring only to features oustomarily solemn. “Miss Lescott." he said, "let’s call that a trade—but you’re gettln’ all the worst of It. To start with, you might give me a lesson right now In how a feller ought to act, when he’s talkin' to a lady—how I ought to act with you!" Her laugh made tho situation as easy as an old shoe. Ton minutes later, Lescott entered. “Well," ho said, with a smile, "shall I Introduce you people, or havo you already done It for yourselves?" "OhiV Adrienne assured him, "Mr. South and I are old friends.". As she left the room, sho turned nnd added': Tho second lesson had better be at my house. If I telephone you some day when we can have the school-room to ourselves, will you como up?" Samson grinned and forgot to be bashful as. he replied: “I’ll come a-kltln'!"' CHARTER X. Early.that year, the touch of autumn came to tho air. Often, returning at Bundown from the afternoon life class, Samson felt the lure of Its raelnncholy Bweetness, and paused on one of tho Washington Square benches, with many vague things stirring In hts mind. He felt with a stronger throb the surety of young, but quickening, nbllltles within himself. Partly, it was the charm of Indian summer, partly a sense of growing with tho days, but, also, though he had not as yet realized that,, ; lt 'was the new friendship Into which Adrienne had admitted him, and the new experience of frank cam araderie with a woman hot as a mem her of an Inferior sex, but as an equal companloil of brain and soul. He had seen her often, and usually alone, be cause he shunned meetings -with strangers. Until his education had ad vanced further, he wished to avoid Boclal embarrassments. He knew that she liked him, and realized that it was because he was a new and virile type, and for that reason a diversion— a sort of human novelty. She liked him, too, because It was rare for a man to offer her friendship without making love, and she wns certain he would not make love. He liked her for the same reasons that every ono else did—because she was herself. Of late, tqo, ho had met a number of men at Lescott’s elub. IIo was mod estly surprised to find that, though his attitude on these occasions was always that of ono Bitting In the back ground, the men seemed to like him, and, when they said, "See you again,” at parting, It was with the convincing manner of real friendliness. Ono wonderful afternoon In Octo ber, when tho distances were mist- hung, and, tho skies very clear, Sam son ant across the tablo from Adrienne Lescott at a road house on the Sound. The sun had set through great cloud battalions massed against the west, and tho horizon was fading Into dark- npes through a haze like ash of i-osob She had picked him up on the.Ave nue, and taken him Into her car for a short spin, but tho afternoon had beguiled them, luring them on a little farther, and still a little farther. When they were a score of miles from Man hattan, the car had suddenly brokon down. It would, the chauffeur, told them, be the matter of an hour to effect repairs, so the girl, explaining to the boy that this ovent gave tho affair the aspect of adventure, turned and tod tho way, on foot, to the near est road houso. "We will telephone that wo shall In: Into, and. then have dinner," aim laughed. "Arid for mo to have dinner with you alono, uncliaperouod at a •country Inn, Is by. Now- Yorlf standards' delightfully riucOhVoiittOiial. It- borders' on ivlckednoss” .Then, Blnce their at-; tltudo toward each 'other vfns ' bo frlondly and Innocent, they' both laughed. They had dined 'under: tlio troos of an old manor liouso, built a contury ago, aud now converted Into an Inn, nnd they had enjoyed thorn- selves hocauso It seomod to- them plenBlngly paradoxical that they should find In n placo soomlngly so shabby--' gonteel a cuisine and sarvlca of suoh oxcollenco. Neither of thorn had over boon thoro beforo, and neither of them know that the reputation of tbls ostnb- llshmont wns In Its own way wideb and Unsavory. The ropalrs did not go ns 'smoothly ns the chauffeur had oxpectod, and, when ho had finished, he was hungry. So, eleven o'clock found them , still chatting nt their table on the lighted lawn. After awhile, thoy feli silent.- and Adrienne noticed that her com panion’s faoo had becomo deeply, pi- most painfully Bet, and. that his gaze was tenBely focused on herself. “What la It, Mr. South?" she do- manded. The young man began to speak, In a steady, self-accusing voice. "I was sitting hero, looking nt you," he Bald, bluntly. “I was thinking how fine you aro hi every way; how there Is as much difference In tho’ tox- turo of nmn and womon ns there Is In the texture of clothes. From that automobile cap you wear, to your slip pers and stockings, you are clad 4n silk. From your brain to tho tono of GREAT HELP TO A SICK WOMAN This LmI^' Says, “I Cannot Find Words'Tfl Express How Thankful I Am Tn Cardui.” JonoBTlile; .Vii.;—‘.'i certainly" appre ciate what Cardui,'tho .woman’s tonic, hns done for mo," writes Mrs. Owen F. Wells, of this town. "Uofore I began to take Crtrdui; T could hardly go about,.I had-several Womanly troubles, hlch caused nm much suffering, and wore'-very 'troublesome. But now I feel like .a different person. I had often road of Cardui, but had little faith- -In- 'It; My husband urged mo to try It, and hbvt I cannot find words to; oxpr.cjjs.'.how thankful I am. Cardui Is a wonderful .medicine and I feel that: it was a greater" help than anything I could have taken. I had scarcely no paid or suffering nt childbirth, nnd I fool I owe It all to Cardiff. I know that np wpman would make a mistake In-Using -Cardui at that most critical-tlmo.. It -will Bavo thorn so milch buffering.' It Is- my-, slncpro -desire that this statement' may be seen and regd by all .sufferers who suffer as I. did. lam telling nil my' friends and acquaint ances of. tho great" cure I havo re ceived." If you suffer, from any : of tho ail ments so. common to women, give Cardui n trial. Thousands of womoa havo voluntarily written; to tell of the great benefit that Cardui has been to them. „WlVy shouldn't It help you, too? Try Cardul.-r-Adv/ Kipling's Scots Vernacular. The Scots-(Scottish or Scotch) of ‘McAridrew’s hymn” Is so accurato that ono is surprised to find Mr.. Kip ling representing Scotch soldlors as saying ’’mon." "Mon,” is, of course, the conventional symbol of what a Scot utters for the word man; hut I nm assured that no Scot says "mon." though there are in the'north sovoral varieties of tho accepted English pro nunciation. Some Scots say "maun," nnd otherB "mahn.” “Mon" is re served . for pantomimes..and pleasan tries' iti Punch.—London Dally 'Chron icle. "I Was Thinking of My People." your voice, you aro woven of human silk. I’ve learned lately that silk isn't weak, but strong. They make the best balloons of It." Ho paused and laughed, but Ills face again became sober. "I was thinking, too, of your mother. Sho must be Bixty, but she's n young woman. Her face Is smooth and unwrinkled, arid her heart is still In .bloom. At tho same age, Ge'orgo won't Go much older than he is,now" The compliment wap so obviously not intended ns compliment .at all that the girl flushed with pleasure. “Then," went on Samson, his face slowly drawing with pn.ln,: “I was thinking of my own people. My riiother wns about forty when' she died. Sho was an old woman. My father was forty-three. He was an old man. I was thinking how they with ered under their drudgery—and of the monstrous injustice of It all." , (TO BE CONTINUED;) ' ’ OLD CRAFT OF ODD DESIGN Mesopotamia Boat, Known as Kufa, Known to. Have Been In Use Be fore Christian ,Era. The Kufa. n curious circular boat made of hasketwork, arid Been no- •where else (n the world, is a com mon sight in Mesopotamia. The fer. rymon charge only a cent each pas senger. There Is ono- good point about these strange craft—they are not eas ily upset Their carrying capacity also Is great, and the kufa men pack In their passengers like herrings In a bar rel. 1 had tho good luck to take a pho tograph of the actual building 1 of a kufa on the banks of the Tigris river, says a writer In the Wldo World. They are made of date palm branches woven together wlth-ropp made out of leaves of tho same palm, thickly pos tered on the outside with bitumen, They range from four to twelve feet In diameter. Nowhere but on tho Tigris and lower Euphrates rivers can one see these curious, craft,' which servo principally for tho transport of passengers, country produce and beasts of burden across the river. About three men are required to make a kufa of respectable size, and It takes thorn some twenty days to build It. Like the kelek, the kufa Is of groat antiquity, for-both these strango craft were In use long before tho tlrao of Christ. Tho evidence of this Is in disputable, for on'the bas-reliefs taken from the palace of Sennacherib both craft are clearly represented. ' Depends on the Well. "Truth lies .at the bottom of well,” quoted tho Sago. "Not If It happens to be an bll well," correclod tho fool. Warmed By Snow. The earth, under a thick coating ol snow, Is ten degrees warmer than the air immediately above tho snow. Tough Spider Webs. Some of the spiders of Java havt webs so strong that a knife -Is ro qtilred to cut them. When Women Made Laws. ■ At a rece'rit'banquet of tho Ancient Or der 6i Hlbornlans In Mobile, Ala,-,'Mrs. E. Henry Ruffin said that-equal But-.. frage wns nil nnclont right givon to tlie womon of' Ireland, who had full suffrago In tho time of St. Patrick. At each meeting of parliament It was left to the women .to decide upon;tho laws affecting the -Ufa of the family, arid some of those laws’aro our iriherUan'co today, she says; Under the dJr'pc,tlon of st. Bridget and a thousand nuns the ancient IJrelien laws, of Ireland wore gathered together, amendod and codified. If. cross, feverish, constipated, give “California Syrup ofFigs” A laxative today Bnvos a sick child tomorrow. Children simply will not tako tho time from.play to empty their : bowels, which becomo clogged up with waste, liver gets sluggish; stomach sour. Look at the tongue, mother! It coat ed, or your child Is listlesB, cross, fev erish, breath bad, restless, doesn't eat heartily, full of cold or has sore throat or any other children’s ailment, give a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of Figs," then don't worry, because it Is perfectly harmless, and In a few hours all this constipation poison, sour bile and fermontlng wasto. will gently move out of the bowels, and you have a well, playful child again. A thor ough "insldo cleansing" is ofttimes all that Is nece'ssary. It should bo the first treatment given In any sickness. Beware of counterfeit fig syrups. Ask at the Btore for a EO-cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs," which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and' for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Was Member of G. A. R. Mrs. Kndy Brownell, who died at tho age of sevonty-two, in Norwich, N. Y., was the only woman ever mustered In as a full member of the Grand Army of the Republic. She designed a special uniform and followed her husband to Washington, joining his company, and saw service with him during tho first battle of Bull Run, and she was also In other battles of the Civil war. She was custodian of the Jumol mansion in New York for a number of years after the war and received a special medal for action nt the fall of Newburg. Renewing Carbon Paper. When carbon paper has been used several times the preparation becomes almost worn off. in some, parts,. while other piirts of the paper are as good as now. The process of renewing Is very simple, and it can be done by anyone without special apparatus.. All that Is necessary 13 to hold the paper in front of a lire or over a radiator a few sec onds. The heat will cause the prepa ration to dissolve ami spread over tho paper, so that when It is dry tlie paper will have a new coating. This can be repeated, ami In some cases will dou- Kirv ti,t» nf Flip mrlifin nnnpr.